#Writer’sQuoteWednesday & #BeWow – Victor Hugo
Welcome! This is an open invitation to join in on our blogging event called, “Writer’s Quote Wednesday” and Ronovan Writes’ event called, “BeWoW” or “Be Writing on Wednesday.” This is your chance to highlight your favorite author’s quotes that give inspiration to you as a writer. Do you feel like your writing is getting stale? Are you looking for inspiration to keep writing? Then you have come to right spot!
Are you ready to join in?
All you have to do is find your favorite quote. Find something that truly speaks to you. This does not have to pertain just to writing. It can be any kind of quote as long as it made an impact on you. Then, write a post and include your quote.
There are no rules to follow. Either create your own sayings (because after all, we are all writer’s here) or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration. Just make sure that credit is given for other’s work. You can use Fotoflexer or Picmonkey, or any other program that you wish to make your own images. Click the links to go to the programs.
Each Wednesday, I will post the prompt and all you have to do is take part! You have from that Wednesday until the following Monday night to post your quotes. I will share your images on social media for added exposure. Beginning this week, as part of the Writer’s Quote Wednesday post, I will include the links to the blogs that took part in last week’s post. Time is of the essence in my writing and I find that I need every spare minute I can squeeze out of the day. I no longer have the time to do a separate post for the Wrap-up.
Please copy the badge above and include it on your own post. Tag your post on your own blog as “Writer’s Quote Wednesday,” so we can find the posts in the reader. On your own blog post do a ping-back to THIS post and make sure to “like” or “comment” on everyone else’s post. (A pingback is when you embed (or copy) the HTTP:// address of my weekly prompt into your own blog post).
Make sure to check my weekly prompt (this post) to see if your entry is there. You can copy the HTTP:// address of your blog post and include it in the comments section of my original weekly prompt if that works better for you.
Since Ronovan, from Ronovan Writes and I have joined forces he has been linking his #BeWoW blog share (Be Wonderful on Wednesday) now to include: Be Writing on Wednesday. If you would like to combine both posts, feel free to do so and link them to my post. I will make sure and add you to the quote wrap-up I do each Tuesday. Please make sure and check out Ron’s blog for more writing inspiration and motivation!
CHECK OUT ALL THESE FABULOUS WRITERS WHO SHARED QUOTES LAST WEEK:
NA TRIOBLOIDI *NEW this week
TIENNY THE STORYTELLER *NEW this week
The minute I saw this quote, I knew it was for me. That is where I am at. I am trapped in Fairy Swamp. I cannot think of a better place to be. Magic is pervasive in the world I am creating. I can feel supernatural forces at work within the swamp. I am a writer, consumed.
I hope you don’t mind that I shared this post again. I just love the idea of being a writer trapped inside a person!
Victor Hugo, was a French novelist, dramatist, and poet. Please check out the Poetry Archive for more poems.
A SUNSET (From “Feuilles d’Automne”)
by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds’ commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament’s swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates–the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.
These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,–
‘Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!
All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.
O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.
|This English translation of “A Sunset” was composed by Francis Thompson (1859-1907).|
My favorite class in college was British Literature. I still have the two volumes of “The Norton Anthology of English Literature,” which to date were the largest books I had ever read about literature in general. Both books were for one class. I read day and night, wrote I do not remember how many papers, and finally got an ‘A’ in the class!
A friend suggested I read Hugo because of my love of words and vivid descriptions. I can see the sunset in my mind just from the lovely description Hugo imparts: “…Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere.” Take the plunge and read some fabulous “old” poetry at the Poetry Archive.
Thanks for visiting today. Enjoy the challenge and see where your favorite author’s quotes take you!
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